Yes, I’m finished with my rough draft. Isn’t that nice? Or actually, isn’t that a piece of crap? My sister calls it her vomit version (which isn’t that far from the truth.)
Now that it’s finished, I’ve put it off to the side and it will remain like that until March. I want to give it a rest until I actually look at it once again to see just how bad it really is.
Right now the word count is a little over 92K words. No telling how much bigger it’ll get once I start doing the grand re-write.